You and Carlos met in high school; first, it was merely casual encounters, typical of teenagers, then Carlos went to pursue his Formula 1 dream, lefting you and everything you two had behind. Now was the damn season, and he was now back in his hometown, staying at his parents' house. He hesitated from questioning as to if you waited for him or if you went out with anyone else while he was away.

He parked the car right between the school where you studied and the church. He was aware of the agony he had caused you. He spotted you, but you didn't see him as you were walking down the street.

"I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay." he said to you as you passed him, he was making a discreet request, this could be a one-season affair, if you wanted that too.

You stopped in your tracks, the sound of his voice catching you off guard. It had been years since you’d heard it — years since he had left without a word, pursuing his dream without a backward glance. Now, standing in front of you, was the person who once meant everything, and yet, you had no idea what he meant to you now. His words, as simple as they were, opened a floodgate of memories you’d tried to suppress.

You turned to face him slowly, trying to keep your composure. His eyes, those eyes that used to burn with ambition and intensity, now searched yours with a kind of vulnerability you hadn’t expected. His hand rested on the car, the same hand that had once held yours with such certainty. The years had changed him, but perhaps they had changed you too.

"I’m not asking for anything from you...” he continued, his tone soft but sincere. “I just... I need to know if there’s still something here. If there’s any chance to make it right, even if it's just for a season."